Sad and cheerful enter, sculptor, in your workshop:
Gypsum give you ideas, marble obedient you:
how many gods, and goddesses, and heroes!.. Here Zeus the Thunderer,
That's because podlobya looks, Blowing in the harp, satyr.
Here the founder of Barclay, but here the performer Kutuzov
Here Apollo - ideal, there Niobe - sadness ...
merrily me. But meanwhile, in the crowd of silent idols -
sad walk: with me no good Delvig;
In the dark tomb rested artists friend and adviser.
As he hugged you! as if proud of you!
